The Damnable Trails

We landed at Terra Nova Provincial Park on Thursday. It poured rain from Friday through to Sunday, with even a thunderstorm thrown in.  

On Monday, the sun came out. And so did we. 

At the end of a peninsula near the park is a fishing town called Salvage established in 1600’s. And a series of trails called The Damnable Trails.  

Sounded intriguing.

On a flat trail, I can easily cover 4 km in less than an hour. The total distance we did on these trails was 5.5km.  And it took us 3 hours.  

Yes, we did stop at all the overlooks and hubby threw a fishing line in at one cove, but mostly what slowed me down was the steep climbs and tricky descents. All while navigating tree roots and rocky spots. 

And I did stop to take pictures. It was irresistible to try to capture the wildness of the coast. 

And the view of the town across the bay. 

But mostly I laboured up the hills, gasping for breath at the top, and gingerly found my footing on the way down. We opted out of the last trail, to the summit of the largest hill behind us.  And voted to hit the pub in town instead. 

But the pub was closed. 

That damnable trail.  

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